When Lao Yangtou saw Tan like this, he was really shocked.
"I told you, but I forgot and didn't bother to tell you this. Do you think I'm the kind of person who eats alone?" Old Yang was no longer happy, and his voice became thicker. a bit.
"We've known each other all our lives. When did I secretly eat something without telling you? Am I the kind of person who values my appetite? Ask your conscience!"
Lao Yangtou's words fell into Tan's ears.
Ask yourself, Mrs. Tan doesn't think that old Yangtou is that kind of person. This old man's food is easy to kill!
Even if it's just a plate of peanuts, I can drink it by myself for a long time and never care about what I ate or didn't eat today.
In the past, when the children were young and the family was a bit of a cook, he always stayed close to her and the children.
Now that the conditions at home have improved a long time ago, food and other things are no longer rare, and there is no need for him to be cautious about hiding food.
Tan's anger was half gone, but she still yelled stubbornly: "According to what you said, I am the kind of person who pursues food and drink?"
Old Yangtou hurriedly said: "How can you say such weird things? Not even you. You have been doing it for your children all your life. For us, you are the most open-minded one!"
After such compliments and coaxing, Mr. Tan finally stopped making trouble.
After Old Yangtou shed a layer of skin, he finally cleared himself of the suspicion, and the old couple finally reconciled.
The final outcome was that even though Lao Yangtou really couldn't eat the dumplings, he still took the initiative to pull Tan to sit at the table.
The old couple used a pair of chopsticks to destroy all the remaining dumplings on the plate.
Tan was finally satisfied, a smile appeared on his face, and his tone of voice returned to normal.
But Lao Yangtou was miserable. He felt that the dumplings he had eaten were about to hit his throat. He felt extremely uncomfortable. For the next month, no one should persuade him to eat dumplings again. Whoever advised him would be in a hurry. !
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The next morning, Yang Ruoqing waited for Lao Yangtou to go to the fourth room for breakfast, and brought the food box and bowls and chopsticks to the Luo family.
As a result, after waiting for a while, Lao Yangtou was not seen, but other news came.
"What? I'm sick? What's wrong?"
"I don't know. Dad went over to deliver food and came back with a letter saying that he was sick and he stayed at the old house to take care of me."
"I'll go to the old house to check on the situation. Jin Chuan, you go back and do your work first!"
After sending Liu Jinchuan away, Yang Ruoqing stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove to keep the sweet potato porridge warm. Before leaving, she greeted Wang Cuilian and Blacksmith Luo and went to the old house herself.
At the door of the old house, Yang Ruoqing met Wang Sheng Doumian who came out of the house.
Wang Sheng was followed by Yang Yongzhi.
The two parties stopped at the door, and Yang Ruoqing and Wang Sheng inquired about Lao Yangtou's condition.
Wang Sheng said: "The problem is that there is no big problem. The main reason is that the elderly are getting older and the digestive ability of the internal organs has weakened."
"It is usually not recommended for the elderly to eat too much at night, as it is easy for them to accumulate food, especially since it is getting hotter today. The elderly may be a little greedy for cold sleep, and may catch cold in the abdomen and accumulate food, which will lead to abdominal distension, chest tightness, nausea and vomiting..."
Yang Ruoqing was stunned, "My father ate dumplings at my house last night. I remember it was still early and he didn't eat enough. It was less than half a bowl, less than an equal bowl..."
Wang Sheng was a little surprised: "You can't, right? Judging from the amount of vomiting the old man had earlier, it was far more than a flat bowl..."
"Are they all dumplings?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Could it be that grandpa was hungry at night when he came back and ate other things before going to bed, causing the food to interact with each other?
Wang Sheng understood what Yang Ruoqing meant and said with certainty: "Only dumplings."
ah……
Yang Ruoqing didn't know what to say now.
Dumplings are the main culprit.
"Maybe it's because I gave my grandma a box of dumplings last night. Grandma couldn't bear to eat it alone, so she gave half of it to my grandpa..."
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Wang Sheng suddenly said, "No wonder, but don't worry too much. I have prescribed Bohe soup for the old man and he will drink it for three to five days. In the past few days, try to eat light and small amounts, and avoid spicy food and alcohol. You’ll be fine in three to five days!”
"Thank you, Brother Wangsheng! You're good to go."
Yang Ruoqing bowed slightly and stepped aside, watching Wangsheng leave.
Yang Yongzhi sent Wangsheng to the door and did not send him off again.
When Wangsheng walked away, Yang Yongzhi saw the remorse on Yang Ruoqing's face and comforted her: "This has nothing to do with you. You gave them dumplings out of filial piety."
"The main reason is that my grandfather is old and his digestion is not very good. He will be fine after taking some medicine to recuperate."
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
Although the truth was this, she always felt uncomfortable in her heart.
After all, this matter has something to do with her.
After this incident, Yang Ruoqing also learned a lesson. Even if she is filial, she cannot give food to these seventy-eighty-year-old men and women casually.
Eat well, hello, me, hello everyone.
If the food is not good, if something goes wrong, no one will be fine.
Why!
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and gave Yang Yongzhi a relieved smile: "Third brother, don't worry, I won't take it personally. This kind of thing is also an accident."
"I'm going to see you, where are you going?"
"Then you go and see it. I have to go to the Taoist temple."
Backyard, East Room.
Yang Ruoqing originally thought that the old man should be bedridden, but in the end, he was sitting on the rocking chair by the window.
Mrs. Tan was putting a small blanket on his chest. He was still too hot, so he was scolded by Mrs. Tan.
"Wangsheng walks on the front foot, but you are greedy for the cold? Do you want me to call Wangsheng back?"
"Okay, okay, I'll cover it!"
Yang Huaming held the copy with both hands, stood aside and watched them like this, and then complained.
"Mom, you are taking such good care of my dad these days, why don't you have to rely on him to eat a few dumplings last night? It won't be such a big deal!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Huaming received two glares.
They come from Lao Yangtou and Tan respectively.
Lao Yangtou said: "Fourth, please don't overdo it. Your mother is doing it for my own good. She wants me to eat more, but she is reluctant to eat it herself."
Tan said: "What are you going to explain to this little brat? How can a person like him, who cares about his own three-inch hole, understand this?"
Yang Huaming laughed so hard that his shoulders shook: "Yes, I finally understand. This illness has brought you two elders closer together. Together with me, a filial son who has been looking for doctors for you and paying for medicines, Instead, he became an outsider!"
"Fourth uncle, I want to be a filial granddaughter, but I have become an indirect sinner." Yang Ruoqing also entered the east room in secret, smiling and said: "Master, grandma, I was wrong, next time I don’t dare to give you dumplings anymore at night! It really scared me!”
